Pursuitist
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness
Ha Ho He Hertha BS...
Rarely are lies portrayed so blatently.
Thirteen games without a victory. Loss to Köln. At home.
I saw this and just had to laugh:
Kölle Alaaf!!!
"Out of control". That’s how the tour book described the mayhem of Karneval in Köln. It was more than enough to pique my interests and I found myself in the middle of the madness after a 6.5 hour hitchhiking ride with the Speaker to the Press for the Berlin faction of the FDP political party.
Light the Tower Orange!
…because you can never have too many pictures of that Austin Skyline. A buddy of my Uncle’s took this picture.
Spiderman. Naked.
So what’s the story behind this guy? You tell me. The one with the best story wins a free beer (Sterni of course).
Talk to Me
Yes, the ball was marvelous darling, thank you for asking… That old thing? That suit was just something I had lying around but yes, I was thinking I was looking pretty good in it myself. I got myself primped up in the room, told the guy in the mirror that he was a pretty good looking guy, then ran downstairs to find that everyone else was wearing tuxedos… Well, what could I do?
To the Ball dear....
I spent last night in the arms of my roomate Jan, who was trying (in vain) to teach me how to ballroom dance. Hours went by and all I heard was 1-2-3 1-2-3 as my feet fumbled through the Vienna Waltz.
Cold
Things have been rocking and rolling and bumping and jumping ever since I made it back to Berlin topped off by a visit from Bret and Lee, one guy I didn’t know, the other I knew in passing, and they have really kept things going non-stop. They originally planned to stick around for about 3 days as they traversed Europe… one thing lead to another and they’re still here
I have given up paying for football tickets.
Chance called me on the 30th of December, the night before we planned to set out. His car wasn’t going to make it, neither was his fiancee, but that wasn’t going to slow us down in the least bit. It was just going to be us, a rental car and a considerable less amount of money in my wallet headed for Pasadena, California, as we were joining the University of Texas Longhorns in their quest for a national championship in the Rose Bowl.
An International Affair
It seems the Berlin Texas Exes took care of business for me while I was gone. The sherriff is back in town however and is currently locked down in an intense battle with jet lag.
Fashionably Trendy but too Cool to Care
The Arcade Fire and The Beta Band and Mando Diao and the new Beck CD and Death Cab for Cutie and the Libertines and when they aren’t together Babyshambles and Franz Ferdinand and Spoon and the Bravery and the Flaming Lips and the Streets and Troubled Hubble and Bach’s Weihnachts Oratorium and and and…..
Still Stay-ing the Course
The American Academy offered me a dream job on Monday. After a short interview, I was offered a position that would include heavy involvement in the organizing of Sandy Baker’s visit to Germany. Had I applied for the job a couple of months ago, I would have taken care of Condoleeza Rice’s itenerary while she was in Berlin. I was unable to accept the position however. It would seem as if the German government views me (an immigrant) as a threat to the German work-force and thus did not authorize the proper papers for me to work at the American Academy.
A Slave to the Man
In other news, a bomb was found on Berlin’s main boulevard Unter den Linden yesterday. It wasn’t more than 3 meters behind the statue of Friedrich the Great which marks access into the formal royal grounds of the city. No terrorists involved in this scheme though. Construction workers uncovered an unexploded 500-pound bomb the Tommys dropped on the city a little more than 60 years ago. It was detonated in a controlled explosion and life continued at its normal pace. The intriguing things from my view was the non-chalance involved in the public’s reaction. From what I can gather is this happens about every 6 months or so. Just not normally in the heart of a city. I hate nazis.
From the country that brought you Friedrich Nietzsche:
First there are trees silhouetted against a pastoral horizon; then a distinguished-looking elderly lady appears on screen looking you right in the eye as she says, “You are Germany’s miracle.”
From then on, as this slickly produced spot broadcast on German television continues, a succession of people, famous and not famous, appears, each speaking a segment of a larger inspirational message.
Hook em Horns!!!
Thanks for the ride Texas! Congratulations to the team — I guess even nice guys finish first every-once-in-a-while.
If things work out I’ll be seeing y’all in Pasadena.
Strikes and Gutters
I got to talking to a good buddy of mine from back home in the states. We discussed the veritable range of conversation points: work, play, the lackluster performance the Horns put up against the Ags, and of course the inevitable flash point regarding the female species. Talk then moved on to the other struggles encountered in life. It hasn’t been all roses here on this side of the pond. There is the constant uncertainty regarding the immigration offices, the eternal frustrations involved in the job search and the overall frustrations involving income and companionship.
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A 24-year-old Army soldier from Houston was killed the day before Thanksgiving during combat in Iraq, the Department of Defense said Monday.Sgt. William B. Meeuwsen was one of two soldiers who died last Wednesday when their unit came under direct fire near Baghdad. The other soldier was identified as Staff Sgt. Aram J. Bass, 25, of Niagara Falls, N.Y.
Digressions and Rebuttals
My old high school coach used to tell us: “Men, excuses are like @$$holes. Everyone’s got one and they all stink.” So instead of pointing fingers at the cause of my absence, let us rejoice in the return of the Prodigal Euro Web Site Guy and his witty reproitor and poor spelling.